When I was four,
I fell off a slide
When I was seven,
I fell out of a tree
When I was nine,
I fell off my bike
When I was ten,
I fell down the stairs
You laugh and smile
and subconsciously fix your hair
saying "You have a problem with falling"
That couldn't be more true
For when I was sixteen,
I fell in love with you
I don't expect
to have the feelings returned
or to no longer
force a smile
in your presence
A bump on the head,
Broken bone,
Scraped knee,
Sprained ankle
Is nothing compared
to the pain
of a broken heart
I know I should hate
when you cry
But I love getting to hold you
those nights
I know in the morning
you won't remember
what I said
But I hope one day
you'll get it through
your head
That I have a problem with falling
and Baby I'm falling for you
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